MUSINGS: Vol. 1

MUSINGS, is a series that Elizabeth began creating in 2009. It is an ongoing series, that includes work both past and present. It incorporates the artist's paintings, photographs and writings.
The series is a reflection of the artist's own musing of images, thoughts, and feelings. Elizabeth feels strongly about creating work that others can immerse themselves in, and have a personal experience with.
MUSINGS inspires thoughts and feelings, it is a doorway to further musing.

"I came as an eggshell, will leave as a salamander." photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2006 *********************************************************** I came as an eggshell, will leave as a salamander. We are primal results perpetuating time, broken and healed, to be broken and healed. Elizabeth Christopher © 2003
"Brocade" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2010
"Curve" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2007
"Journey" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2006 *************************************************** Shadow of a moon blown cold. A blue-black iridescence lingering. Frosted breath wakes the fragile vertebrae encasing possibility. Creation space falls deep to rise spinning. Elizabeth Christopher © 2004
"Vision" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2009
"Rose" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2007
"Tortoise Shell Wings" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2008
"Meditation" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2007

$"Blue Refraction" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2009 *************************************************** Sea-glass memory, scratch-polished pulled, into tidal doubt. Which weighs more, recollection or wish? Field of wild anxious heart, I am early flowers caught in an ocean wind. “Sink deep into the waves. Shore is bottom.” Rebirth sleeps in fragile eggs, coral cradled, fathoms down. Stiff feathered wings desire the sky. I trust refraction. Elizabeth Christopher © 2010$
"Blue Refraction" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2009 *************************************************** Sea-glass memory, scratch-polished pulled, into tidal doubt. Which weighs more, recollection or wish? Field of wild anxious heart, I am early flowers caught in an ocean wind. “Sink deep into the waves. Shore is bottom.” Rebirth sleeps in fragile eggs, coral cradled, fathoms down. Stiff feathered wings desire the sky. I trust refraction. Elizabeth Christopher © 2010
"String of Pearls" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2011
"Untitled" Mumbai, India photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2008 *************************************************** I chose to experiment with the idea that life is a wind without air... Elizabeth Christopher © 2004
"Untitled" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2010
"Autumn Waltz" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2011
"...blue chrome, young light." photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2009 *************************************************** We were young friends the spokes spun fast. Elizabeth Hayes Christopher © 1990
"Lattice" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2011
"Winged Vision" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2008

"When birds do not fly..." photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2009 *************************************************** Firmament mother, I am a child's words swaddled in earth. "Ride the river". Must I drown to reach the star you sleep upon? Earth bound and river led, I germinate a quiet light that feeds my soul. I meditate wings. Elizabeth Christopher © 2010
"Crossings" San Miguel de Allende photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2009 *************************************************** Destinies cross days before El Dia de los Muertos. Hopes hesitate on the horizon. Elizabeth Christopher © 2010
"Opening" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2007 *************************************************** open gardenia I my are must be soft but tread the pound pound Elizabeth Christopher © 2008
"Moon is melon I meditate..." photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2006 *************************************************** Moon is melon I mediate basking in the moment the first flamingo flew. Elizabeth Christopher © 2006
"Spiral Wish" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2008 *************************************************** I am ocean ear to a conch shell. Elizabeth Christopher © 2007

"Spinning Light" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2007 *************************************************** roadside shrine with pinwheels grief spun to light Elizabeth Christopher © 2003
"Soul Sinew" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2007 **************************************************** April roots blew in today. Tomorrow will flower. Elizabeth Christopher © 2010
"Untitled" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2007 *************************************************** meaning words brush bone cry earth inevitable wake soul in morning white petals shadow elegant mud core weeping. Elizabeth Christopher © 2007
"Blue Rose" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2008 *************************************************** Blue you spoke to me thoughts harvested dirt and seeds swallowed whole sipped to gulps clouds a storm the leaves turned pale backs to warn land-made sea wild dark the sky held hands all breath halted. Elizabeth Christopher © 1994

"Untitled" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2007 *************************************************** We hold hands for the first time a galaxy forms tremor of connection breaks through hesitation past hurt walls glitter and dissolve into the earth of our trust we are possibility and destiny stepping into the blue heart we've painted. Elizabeth Christopher © 2010
"Souls" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2009 *************************************************** Lotus opening in moonlight. Souls across past lives into forever. Elizabeth Christopher © 2010
"Soul Window" photography by: Elizabeth Christopher © 2009 **************************************************** Mirror window quench in drought my wound field self-seeds conceptual heartbreak breaks me as slow tears leak memory heaps bound by flames beautiful bruise feeding roses on a purple shoreline begging for a tideless sea the soul must sleep. Elizabeth Christopher © 2007